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Soon you’ll raise your world above ours
blazing a trail from our graveyards to a satellite
this is the iron age: distilled a from a lump of coal,
Champagne bubbling for the mighty!
There are dead and and there are colonies.
There are dead and there are bulldozers.
There are dead and there are hospitals.
There are dead and there are radar screens
to observe the dead
as they die more than once in this life,
screens to observe the dead who live on after death
as well as those who die
to lift the earth above all that has died.
O white master where are you taking my people
and yours?
Mamoud Darwish, ‘Speech of the Red Indian’
trans. Sargon Boulous